I Am My Beloved's

Been brought to new heights of courtship.
The Groom, he cries, as we who are the Bride.
Wake up from the, the sleep,
It’s oa so deep,
Our minds are tired, (deja vu)
My Beloved’s not. (My love ain’t alone.)
Everyone’s watching the ceremony.
We just woke up,
Don’t know where we are.
My Groom picks me,
Picks us all up,
And takes us to the altar.
I remember now,
He loves me.